i understand
is this you as well
i was tempted to lie about my name
ion
no i haven't really read anything
i want to do that too
and the fake qualifier
sorry i am texting like a slav
your feed looks like my tumblr
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
barren land
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
wait what is that
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
yeah
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
like first name
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
abrar?